The reason our handsome guest finds a coin under his pillow every morning is that he has swallowed a bird’s heart. My mother, who is a witch, wants me to get him to cough it up. She said we have more right to it than he does.
I hate the jobs she makes me do! How am I going to coax it from him? I don’t want to! But she says, “If you don’t obey me, you will regret it.” I am forced to be obedient, yet I know that after this task, there will be more. There is no end to her greed, no end to her abuse.